Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

But they never expected that this action would bring them a catastrophe.

In this brutal battle, countless worm alien lives were lost.

They rushed forward regardless of everything, and did not retreat even if there was a dense fire network of the Iron Warriors in front of them, which meant they were doomed to die.

The only thought in my mind was to fight for even a little hope of survival for the queen insect, just a little bit would be enough.

The Iron Warriors looked at the almost crazy alien tide without any fear or mercy, because this was the courage and determination given to them by the Emperor and genetic payment.

The guns in their hands continued to roar, destroying wave after wave of aliens on their way forward.

The Iron Blood continued to advance firmly towards the alien nest, leaving behind the wreckage of the aliens and endless flames of war.

In the picture, Rab watched coldly as the Iron Blood advanced forward with difficulty but determination under the crazy obstruction of the worm aliens, and the Lord of Iron could not help but sneer.

The sound of the iron warriors' guns and cannons is like a passionate war song, and every roar declares the unyielding resistance to the alien invasion.

Lario stood on the bridge, watching all this with grim eyes.

In her eyes, the frantic resistance of these aliens would only speed up their destruction.

The slender and dexterous hands danced, and the spiritual energy surged out again like a surging wave, setting off waves among the alien group.

Those aliens that approached the Iron Blood had their bodies twisted and deformed under the impact of psychic energy, and let out miserable howls.

As the Iron Blood continued to approach the alien nest, the alien attacks became more and more fierce.

They tried to slow down the warships at the cost of piles of corpses.

But the firepower of the Iron Warriors did not decrease at all. With their iron will and powerful weapon system, they tore a bloody path through the heavy encirclement of the aliens.

Finally, the Iron Blood arrived at the star field where the alien nest was located.

The scene before him was shocking. The huge alien nest was like an evil black cocoon, emitting a disgusting smell.

It was surrounded by dense swarms of aliens, like guards protecting a nest, desperately trying to stop the Iron Blood from approaching.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's more disgusting than I expected."

Perturabo gave the order without hesitation: "Everyone, concentrate all firepower and attack the alien nest! Make sure to destroy it completely!"

In an instant, the ship's guns roared, and thick energy beams shot towards the alien nest like meteors.

Under the fierce bombardment, cracks began to appear on the surface of the nest, and countless aliens were reduced to ashes in the explosion.

The alien nest seemed to have some kind of powerful defense mechanism. Despite suffering heavy damage, it still resisted tenaciously.

Lareo also gathered all the spiritual energy in his body into his hands, and then pushed forward suddenly.

A dazzling beam of psychic energy, like a sharp sword, pierced straight into the alien nest.

Under the impact of the psychic beam, the alien nest made a dull loud noise, and then the entire nest began to tremble violently and finally collapsed.

With the destruction of the nest, the surrounding aliens also lost their will to fight and fled in all directions.

As the alien nest collapsed, the fleeing aliens fled aimlessly in space like a mob that had lost its backbone.

"It's so hard to kill, and so disgusting!"

The Iron Lord looked out the window at the worm-like aliens roaming around in the universe, his face filled with disgust. Without hesitation, he shouted an order: "Send out the fighter planes immediately! Act immediately. We must completely wipe out all the aliens in this area!"

As his order was given, the fighter hangar on the Iron Blood quickly opened, and fighter planes shot out like arrows.

The fighter pilots followed the orders of the Lord of Iron, operated the aircraft, and roared towards the direction of the worm aliens.

Filled with rage at the rampant acts of these aliens, and now that they can finally launch a full-scale crackdown, everyone can't wait to completely eliminate these disgusting aliens.

"Labo."

A soft female voice sounded. When the Lord of Iron heard the call, the disgusted expression on his face caused by seeing the worm-like alien changed instantly, and a smile bloomed on his face. The change was so fast that even he himself did not notice it.

"I am here." The Lord of Iron responded to the call of his blood relatives.

At this moment, Lario, dressed in the captain's uniform, appeared in front of Perturabo. His heroic appearance made his eyes light up.

Lareo said seriously, "I have foreseen the future. Ten thousand years from now, these aliens will appear again."

"Don't worry about it, sister. After all, that's ten thousand years from now. Who can imagine how powerful the human empire will be by then?"

Perturabo said this, already lost in his thoughts about the future. "By the way, can you foresee where they'll appear?"

"Ghoul Star Region." Lario quickly gave the answer.

"That place isn't far from our Bat Brother's home planet. It seems that perhaps it was his poor management that led to the proliferation of aliens. After all, that guy really doesn't have much talent in management."

The Lord of Iron gave his evaluation of his brother without hesitation. His words were full of prejudice, but to some extent they hit the mark.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now." Perturabo quickly changed the subject.

"Have you heard about the recent galactic uproar over Leman Russ's candidacy for Warmaster?"

"Well, on the other hand, I've received quite a few letters from Horus discussing this matter and intending to build closer relations. I've seen them, and I'm sure you've received them too," Lario said.

"The Wolf Shepherd God has always been like this, profit-seeking and arrogant. He always relies on the Emperor's almost unlimited favoritism and is obsessed with making profits for himself." The Iron Lord's words were full of sourness.

Lario was silent for a moment. She had no intention of continuing the topic, so she posed another question: "Well, who among our blood relatives do you think is most suitable for the position of Warmaster?"

Perturabo stood up from the iron throne and looked out the window of the ship, watching the fighter planes in space exterminating the worm aliens.

Then, he turned around, set his eyes on his sisters, and said without hesitation: "Then it must be me."

The Iron Lord gazed at the sisters with an attitude of utter arrogance and confidence.

This arrogance and self-confidence stems from his identity as a Primarch and from his innate excellence. It is the confidence of someone who is born with knowledge.

It also stems from his self-perception that he is the most noble, powerful, and unique among all the Primarchs.

Lario raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Perturabo's confident look, a complicated emotion arose in his heart.

She spoke softly, her tone deliberately tinged with deliberate argument, "Why are you so certain you're the most suitable candidate? You know, the other Primarchs also have their own strengths. Horus is a skilled warrior, Guilliman excels at governance, and each Primarch has made extraordinary achievements in their respective fields."

Lareo did not mention Ferrus, after all, she knew what words would hurt the Iron Lord the most.

Perturabo sneered and paced back and forth on the bridge with steady steps, saying as he walked: "Although Horus is good at fighting, he is too arrogant and will do anything to achieve his goals. He only knows how to expand his territory by force, but has no long-term plan.

Guilliman, on the other hand, is merely a bureaucrat adept at talking big on paper. His methods of governance are far too weak in the face of real war."

The Iron Lord paused, folding his arms across his chest, his eyes revealing an unquestionable resolve. "And I, Perturabo, possess unparalleled strategic vision. The iron defenses I have built are impenetrable. Whether planning campaigns or building the Empire's military might, I possess abilities no one else can match. Only I can lead the Empire to true might, making those xenos and enemies tremble in fear before the iron order I have forged."

Lareo listened quietly to Perturabo's statement, thinking to himself.

She understood that Perturabo's abilities were indeed outstanding, but each Primarch had his own strengths, and this battle for the position of Warmaster was destined to be more complicated than it was.

She slowly spoke, "I am naturally aware of your abilities, but the other Primarchs will surely not give up easily. This competition will surely be full of infinite changes."

Perturabo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. "I am prepared. I will ally with those Primarchs who share my ideals and work together for this goal."

At the same time, I will also demonstrate my strength and plans, allowing more people to see that I am the most suitable person to lead the empire."

"But I don't recommend you to participate." Lario said.

"Why? Don't you recognize me?" Perturabo's expression changed instantly.

"No, on the contrary, you are very suitable. But your philosophy is not here, is it, Rab." Lario said, holding out his hand to him.

The Lord of Iron looked at the hands, and saw that they were slender, white, and soft, like the carefully crafted works of art in his collection.

"The palace of art awaits you. The conflict of iron and blood will eventually come to an end after the war. Even if you become a warmaster, you will eventually be buried in the dust of history. We, on the other hand, will become the most brilliant and dazzling people in the new era."

At these words, Perturabo's ever-changing features lit up, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

This was exactly his original ideal.

And she is undoubtedly the one who understands him the most.

Perturabo gently held Lareo's hand, as if in that instant, all the troubles in his heart about the Warmaster's dispute temporarily dissipated.

The Iron Lord took a deep breath and said with emotion: "We have fought together for so many years, and you are the only one who still remembers my original intention. I almost lost myself."

Lareo smiled, his eyes gentle yet firm, “Of course I remember your love for art and your desire to create timeless masterpieces. That is the real you.

That was what attracted me to you in the first place.

War is temporary, but the glory of art will last forever, my Rab."

Chapter 358 She is PUAing you!

It had been a long time since Perturabo had made such eye contact with his sister.

He clearly remembered that the moment he first looked into her eyes, the blood in his body seemed to boil and surge. At that moment, he was certain that she was his blood relative.

Some images involuntarily emerged in the mind of the Lord of Iron. They were born artists and no one could replace them. After the war, they would step into the palace of art together and devote themselves to studying those beautiful and elegant works of art.

And these fantasies were realized one by one, and everything was exactly as the Lord of Iron had once wished.

She and he were like the most artistically ideal offspring created by the Emperor. Everything should be this way.

At this moment, Perturabo's eyes clearly reflected the sister's blue pupils. Her eyelashes were slightly curled, and her whole body was breathtakingly beautiful.

In his eyes, she was an incomparable work of art, a work of art of ultimate beauty.

Perturabo just stared at Larion quietly, his heart filled with emotion and warmth.

In this complex and war-torn galaxy, the understanding and tacit understanding between blood relatives is particularly precious.

"You know what?" Perturabo said softly, a subtle tenderness in his voice. "Every time I talk to you, I feel like I've found a haven of peace amidst the chaos. Your words always make me re-examine myself and find what I truly desire deep down."

Lareo smiled gently, his smile like the warm spring sun. "We are blood relatives. We should understand and support each other. Moreover, I believe that our common ideal will be realized, the war will eventually end, and the glory of art will illuminate the entire empire."

Perturabo nodded.

At this time, the pilots skillfully controlled the fighter planes and returned to the Iron Blood one after another.

The battlefield, which had just been a scene of fierce fighting in space, gradually returned to calm as the fighter planes withdrew.

Those aliens that once flooded in like a tide have now been cleared away, as if they had never appeared.

The fighter plane landed steadily on the deck of the Iron Blood, the hatch slowly opened, and the pilots walked out of the cabin one after another.

Although their faces showed fatigue after the battle, there was a gleam of victory in their eyes.

The success of this clearing operation made everyone feel relieved.

After Perturabo and Lario learned that the aliens had been completely eliminated, they temporarily stopped discussing future plans.

Perturabo was very happy and cheerful today.

The Primarch came to the deck to express his condolences and commendations to the triumphant soldiers.

Perturabo looked at these brave warriors and shouted, "Your bravery and tenacity are the pride of the Empire! It is your fearless fighting that has protected the Iron Blood and our path forward!"

The warriors listened to the Primarch's praise, their morale greatly boosted, and they straightened their chests in response to the Primarch's affirmation.

Perturabo then turned to Lario and said, "It seems the crisis has been resolved for now, but we cannot afford to slack off. Next, we must quickly organize an analysis of the alien-related data and strengthen the fleet's patrols and defensive deployments."

Lareo nodded in agreement.

After the condolences, Lario returned to his room, slowly took off his military uniform, and sat tiredly on the soft bed.

She was so tired today, constantly multi-tasking various tasks: she had to control the psychic layout and play a key role on the battlefield; she had to command the battle and ensure that the situation was under control; and she had to devote some of her brainpower to paying attention to Perturabo, for fear that he would suddenly say something confusing and awkward, and if she didn't react in the first time, she wouldn't be able to respond to him in time.

"What do you think of Primarch No. 4?" A voice suddenly sounded in her mind.

"You should know what's going on in my mind right now. Why bother asking?" Lario lay on the bed with his eyes closed, too lazy to waste any more words.

"But I want to hear it from you in person. After all, we have three brains, each as powerful as a supercomputer. The amount of information generated per second of thinking is like a room full of books and texts. It is really difficult to find the subtle idea from such a huge amount of thoughts."

Lario sighed helplessly and spoke slowly, "Perturabo, the Fourth Primarch, is undoubtedly a gifted individual. In the fields of architecture and military defense, his talent is unmatched, not even Rogal Dorn, who excelled in this area. His iron will and unwavering pursuit of perfection make every defense he builds a masterpiece."

She paused, her thoughts drifting back to her time with Perturabo. "But deep down, he also possesses a stubbornness that others find difficult to understand. He always believes his own ideals are the only true ones, and he's overly conceited about certain things, which may inadvertently become a hindrance to his progress."

The voice in my head pressed the issue, "Do you think his obsession with the Warmaster position stems from ambition, or does he truly believe he can lead the Empire to a better future?"

Lario thought for a moment and then replied, "I think it's a bit of both. He has a high opinion of himself and firmly believes that he is capable of taking on this responsibility. He believes that only he can lead the Empire to glory. Many of our brothers have this arrogance, but it is undeniable that it is also mixed with his deep desire for recognition from the Emperor and his mother. However, he still hopes to make achievements for the Empire. It's just that sometimes his methods and attitudes are hard to accept."

"Then you dissuaded him from participating in the warlord competition. Was it because you were worried that he would be devastated after failure, or was there some other reason?" the voice continued to ask.

Lareo opened his eyes, looked up at the ceiling, and said seriously, "I'm worried that this fierce struggle will make him lose himself. He should have shone in the field of art, but the vortex of war and intrigue might swallow up his pure love for art. Moreover, the disputes and pressure brought by the position of Warmaster might push him into a situation from which there is no return. This is not what I want to see."

"So what do you want to see?"

Lario gently closed his eyes, as if sketching the scene in his mind, and slowly said, "I want to see the war end, the smoke clear, and the empire usher in true peace. I want Perturabo to devote himself wholeheartedly to the artistic creation he loves, using his unparalleled talent to create astonishing art palaces."

“Imagine that in that peaceful era, people walked among the magnificent buildings he built and felt the charm and power of art.

Those works that embody his hard work and wisdom will become the shining pearls of imperial civilization and inspire generations of people.

And he can find true satisfaction and peace in the pursuit of art, returning to the state he most desires in his heart."